I stared at his retreating figure intrigued by this boy, clad in black, a douche, yet seemingly kind. I scrambled to pick up my gym bag and scurried off to class, my footsteps echoing in the hallway. I pushed open the large, mahogany doors leading to the main gym.
"Maxine!" Coach Gris shouted across the gym, voice booming, bouncing off of the brick walls. I cringed under the sound knowing I was already late for class.
"Yea?" I replied hesitantly, slowly inching toward the girls locker room. Coach Gris just glared at me, shaking her head causing her mousey, blond hair to tossil about. Scribbling something down onto her plastic clipboard tsking. I winced at the sound of each click her blue pen made when hitting the thick paper.
I reached the the cripple doorway or the locker room and slowly, pushed the creaking door open. Quietly, I slipped through the door and sprinted to my locker, number 1253. I threw on my mid-thigh blue shorts and forest green t-shirt and ducked back out of the doorway. Sauntering down the bleachers, I suddenly tumbled to the floor with nothing but a gasp ad an echoing thud. A smooth, deep laugh filled the air, not that I was complaining or anything, it was spectacular. It sounded of an angel from heaven, yet I soon realized it belong to the devil.
I flushed and stood up brushing the imaginary dust off of my gym uniform. Slowly, I looked up only to see a devilish smirk only broadening as any trace of a smile on my face was completely wiped off. I rolled my eyes and pushed any thoughts connected to his attractiveness out of my head.
"Fancy seeing you here," Fangs's deep, rumbling voice, that could make any girl swoon, stated with a large blindingly white smile stretched upon his face, creating two dimples and a boyih like appearance. I huffed a sigh and walked around him, assuring no contact was made. My attempt had no outcome seeing as he appeared in front of me again.
"h-How did you just do that?" I stuttered shaking my head with disbelief. My eyes darted around his trying to find any evidence of this being a prank.
Fang's smirk, almost insufferable was plastered across his face as he studied mine. He stuffed his hands deep inside of his dark jean pockets and shrugged. "Have you never seen someone fast before?" Fang questioned lazily casting me a tired smile, his eyes glinting with something I couldn't quite put my finger on.
I don't know why but I kind of liked seeing this grin, his intimidating appearance and arrogant personality. I rolled my eyes and let out an exasperated sigh in frustration. "I have, and that wasn't just fast," I hissed annoyance laced through my voice .
Fang flashed me his infamous smirk and flipped his hair out of his eyes. He began to tsk, "Oh Maxie! Such an imagination you have."
I counted to three trying to calm down. "I know what I saw," I challenged determined to prove I was right. For a split second his mask of arrogance faltered and though I am not sure it seemed as if worry replaced this, yet as soon as it came it disappeared. I scrambled over to the bleachers and perched on the edge of my seat ready to spring up if needed. A low, yet familiar chuckle crept up from behind me, sending my stomach on a roller coaster, goosebumps trailed up my arms and caused my neck to prickle.
I whipped around and looked for the source of the noise. However, there was nothing. Bizarre, The only word that could describe this phenomenon.
A single flake of a scarlet ash slowly drifted down and into my awaiting lap. Mind racing, heart beating out of my chest, I slowly turned around to look behind me once more. Sitting next to me supporting a toothy grin was Fang. I blinked. Once, twice, and a third time. Drawing in a shaky breath I cautiously stood up and backed away.
Fang gave out a breathy laugh, I was stunned. What the fuck just happened? Who is he? What is he? Thoughts rocketed through my mind at an impossible speed, whirling and shooting from each theory of what could have happened.
Dizzily, I took a wobbly step backwards, groping at the empty space behind me for any solid object to stabilize myself on. In response Fang took a large stride towards me. Now inches away from my face he breathily whispered, "boo."
I sucked in a sharp breath of air. I inched away from under him, my heart hammering in my chest, yet with every withering step the pit of desire to go back to the previous position grew.
His piercing gaze seeming to shoot me down. The air around him threatening, but all he was able to do was look at me. the prickle on my neck stayed in place. even as I sat perched upon the rusty bleachers I could feel the prickle. I knew he was staring at me, all I wanted to know was why.
Maybe he's afraid I'll tell his secret, I thought but even if this was right, he is out of luck because I don't even know it. Yet at the same time it's clear as the day. He isn't human.
Fang confidently strode over to the bleachers as if nothing had happened. He sat in the row beneath me , a flock of desperate girls lining up, desperately trying to touch him and invade his personal space. He simply tossed me a smirk from over his shoulder and ignored the rest of the girls.
I rolled my eyes at his antics and looked unsteadily at his fangirls. Jumping, startled I noticed almost all of them were glaring directly at me. I had to cover my mouth with my hand trying, but failing miserably to stifle a laugh. Their glare's were pathetic. Imagine a cute puppy wearing a flower crown picking out a unicorn at a the innocence shop. That was what I was looking at.
At least they stopped trying to grope Fang, not that I care of coarse.
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